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Jilliean Sioson
Film & TV graduate with a Master of Writing. First-generation Filipino immigrant passionate about storytelling, producing, and film theory/criticism. Takes the Shrek franchise and East-Asian dramas very seriously.
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Annette Koco
Annette Koco began her writing career as a cadet at The Age before doing the Award School and landing a job in advertising at Clemenger. She worked in public relations before following…
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Antonia Cassetta
Antonia Cassetta is a Swinburne student currently studying a bachelor of Media and Communication, majoring in Media Industries. They are passionate about various forms of narrative media, from books to television to…
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Kris Loilo
Kris Loilo is currently studying Professional Writing and Physics under a double degree at Swinburne. A self-proclaimed digital artist, astronomy enthusiast, tea addict and enjoyer of all things cosmic horror (which he…
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Alex Hatzidakis
Melbourne local, Alex Hatzidakis, spends his days doing what he loves most, writing. Freelancer by day, novelist by night, Alex’s passions for scriptwriting, drama and comedy are evident within his work and…
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Stacey O’Carroll
Stacey is a Master of Writing student at Swinburne University. She holds a BA (Internet Communications) and an Advanced Diploma in Film & Television Production. She lives surrounded by shelves of books…
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Fumes
By Miles Boyle-Bryant There hadn’t been a roaring engine on the track in years. But tonight the racket of drunk voices in the viewing room echoed out into the darkness of…
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ID
By Srinjay Chakravarti Raven-black thunderheads, the first clouds of the year’s monsoon, scudded across the slate-grey sky. Sipra stood on the verandah of their little cottage, looking with shining eyes at…
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The Witch in the Bottle
By Shannon Blake It is said that the Priory Church of Dunstable, England was once haunted by the ghost of a troublesome witch. According to legend, Sally had once been regarded…
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Things We Cannot Say
By Kylie A Hough For Karolina Nada Califano It’s a humid Monday evening when I rest my fingers on the metal handrail of the hospital bed and watch my grandmother sleep.…
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Black Dog
By Jane Downing ‘Anjing?’ she said carefully. Her vocabulary was largely made up of nouns and she’d double-checked the word for dog before setting out. Her hand hovered at the height of…
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My Apocalyptic Journey
By Zoe Sorenson Watching dystopian movies as a kid, I never really worried about what would happen if my family were separated in the event of an apocalypse—it wasn’t necessary. Let’s…
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Book Review: Hadithi & The State of Black Speculative Fiction by Eugen Bacon & Milton Davis
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “Death is easier in November—New Year around the corner. Come January, you set your mind to new thinking. You leave death with the year gone. Sucks in March;…
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Perfect Day
By Mary Pomfret A sweet young summer, all those years ago. I hate you. Tumbling tears. I hate you, Fred. I wasn’t staring at her. Punching the air. Julia, you know…
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The Upside of Divine Intervention
By Daniela Abriola I never cared for the story of God’s angels and Lucifer’s demons, though it wasn’t like it was told much in my house. Yet somehow, I – and…
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When I Was Eight
By Kiara Ash When I was eight, I had a pet mouse. He was called Tiny, because, well, he was tiny. A white mouse with a brown spot on his bottom…
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Close to the Edge
By Mary Pomfret When I was seven and sweet I lived on the west coast, rugged and dark Rainforest, devils, possum ringtail, hanging from the pines. Benign neglect, disguised as…
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Cheryl
By Sophie G. Whiting The washing was left out in the rain – sopping masses of denim and wool. We blamed it all on Cheryl. Mum constantly shuffles in her seat…
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Over-dreaming
By Jane Frank Poems fall into my inbox from people I’ve never met home-baked cookies cool, the dog, ecstatic we’re home rolling in fallen lilly pilly flowers beneath a…
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My husband’s grandfather, the jeweller
By Denise O’Hagan So we may find ourselves Taking on other people’s memories Slipping on the mantle of their lives Until they become part of us And walk where we walk, Second-hand…
